I stood in the road only to see two paths in front of me. Steady I stood deeply I thought, which path would be good. Two paths
By Phillip walker6 years ago in Poets
The memories of laughter float through my mind of better days now gone by and I smile at the thought of you, I weep at the thought of you
to the inner peace that will never be a privacy to the outer most shell of my being yelling and crying out for a help that will never come